He's fascinated with the way it works. He waits until no one is looking then grabs it and starts snapping away like his life depends on it. He probably thinks it's a forbidden pleasure, but I've never taken the camera away from him or anything. I usually warn him to be careful (boring old mom that I am, always with the "carefully, now") but I don't mind; it isn't like he's using up film or anything.
I wonder what he thinks when he sees the photos. Does he realize yet that the picture represents something that happened? A moment of time that has passed, but is now forever preserved?
It occurred to me that he is always living in the now. Not last week, not tomorrow or next year, but right now. For him there is little concept of time. He isn't worried that whatever pleasure he's enjoying will stop, he just enjoys it while it lasts. Of course, then he's completely surprised that the orange juice is all gone, but then usually shrugs and asks if we're going grocery shopping. Sharp kid.
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Owen knows the wisdom of the ancients (and the innocents) - the only moment we have is now, so we ought to enjoy it to the full - yesterday is gone for good, and tomorrow is promised to no one - don't worry/be happy/doo do do dodo do doo, do do do do do...
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